Figured I was overdue for a non-technical post. :-) Please excuse my self-indulgent, mindless ramblings. Anyone who’s known me for any amount of time will not be surprised and just skip over this post. :-)
I was thinking about the whole fitness dealie recently, and was examining the amount of time I spend working on it. I actually spend a good bit of time each week trying to improve my fitness level overall. Crossfit (adding a day of this to each week starting next Tuesday), Kettlebell, hockey…lots and lots of exercise.
But where am I going?
I was considering the fact that these days I don’t really have a goal for my fitness program. Nothing, certainly, as cut and dried as “lose 20 pounds”. My weight is right where I want it, my BF is fine. I don’t have a “destination”.
So, why do I do it? Why, the journey, of course.
At this point, I am focused on the path and not where it goes. Each w/o is examined and performed as part of a larger whole, but strangely I am not really concerned about where I am going.
The Tao of Fitness, perhaps?
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